Seriously effed up! Tootie scares me.


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So I was watching Toddlers & Tiaras today for the first time ever on TLC and was freaked out but amazed at the same time and ended up watching the entire episode.
The “toddlers” ranged from itty bitty babies that could barely walk on stage alone to full fledged diva’s like Tootie, (that’s her stage name! Her real name: Madison) who has all the snarl and attitude of a Hollywood A-lister.  Tootie competes in the age 10-12yr old category but looking at her face and how she acts you would never guess she fits in that age group.  I watched in fascination as she pouted and primped in front of the mirror before the pageant… she was like a mini adult with her eyeliner, fake tan, french manicure, lipliner, lipstick and everything else required to become a pageant girl.  I knew her mom had created a monster when Tootie b*tched (not yelled, not whined, b*tched!) at her hairdresser for being a dimwit/not knowing how to braid her hair.
Now, I’m not one to say that pageants are stupid.  I was in many baby beauty contests myself when I was younger (and won them thank you very much) and would continue to participate in pageants at my current age if I had the time.  However, I just think it is so completely wrong to have these girls who are at such an impressionable age competing in pageants.  These girls are worrying about how they look, their weight, makeup, tanning and that is just not right for someone so young.  I think it’s ok to put your child in pageants when they’re younger if they show an inclination to performing and they actually enjoy it (some contestants were hiding behind their mothers on stage – clearly they’re not into it, don’t put them through hell like that! geez), but if they’re at an age where they will remember this for the rest of their lives and understand what is going on (around age 7/8) I think it’s time to stop.  Women are already bombarded with images and pressures to look our best and we are already insecure about looks as it is.. I couldn’t imagine being brought up in a world where my looks were my number one priority since I was a little girl!  It is also so damaging for their hair and nails and skin.  They’re constantly being hairsprayed, spray tanned, made up with pounds of makeup and false eyelashes..etc.  How can a mom put their child through that?
Being in pageants when you’re at an age that can remember it forever is wrong, plain and simple.  Your kid might enjoy being in pageants when she’s 8-12 years old because she’s been brought up her whole life in the pageant world but it’s your duty as a parent to stop it at one point and make sure she lives a normal life and worries about innocent things rather than appearance.  If she’s still interested in pageants there are many opportunities to join once she’s older and has more knowledge and maturity to handle the pressures of being in a pageant but for now, let kids be kids!  I shudder to think of what Tootie will be like as she grows older…or then again maybe she’ll be rich and super famous and laugh at everyone who made fun of her mom for putting her in pageants.

Technology!

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I just think it’s super cool that there is this technology available where like.. “fans” can get in touch with “stars”.  As soon as Amitabh Bachchan started blogging I was like omg.. this is huge.  Ever since I was little I used to wonder what “stars” were like, what they ate, where they went, what their day to day schedules were like.  I don’t think this fascination with celebrity will be something that I will ever grow out of, nor do I ever want to.  I like being amazed, and I like being thrilled.  I got a super huge rush when I saw Mickey Mouse.  It was SO AWESOME.
I went on Karan Johar’s page and he has updates like: “sitting in the office with SRK”.. and you just think I want that!  Then when you see Demi Lovato (hope I spelt her name right.. I think she’s a Disney starlet?) posting about how she’s getting off her tour bus and going on a private jet.. you just think.. I want THAT!  Maybe Twitter isn’t the greatest idea.. it makes you that much closer to everything that you can’t have.
Sigh.

Twitter Mania!

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So I’ve recently joined Twitter and I think I might become addicted to this thing.  People often wonder what’s so great about it seeing as how on Facebook you can post pictures and do all kinds of funky stuff.  I think the thing that keeps people flocking (pun intended) to Twitter is the real time action that you see on there…not to mention the celebrity mania.  “Stars” like Mallika Sherawat from Bollywood, Self proclaimed Armenian Princess = Kim Kardashian and influential people such as Anderson Cooper and Larry King all have Twitter accounts that they are constantly updating. 
It’s super interesting to see what’s going on in their lives (stalker world that we live in) and of course it gives a little thrill when you get mentioned (as you see above, Mallika Sherawat responded with an “@queensharin” to a little query of mine).  It looks like the aim is to have as many followers as you can because of course, everyone wants to be their own mini celebrity.
Both Facebook and Twitter reek of a culture that is voyeuristic and self obsessed.  I don’t see sites like these becoming obsolete anytime soon.  Hey, if you can’t beat ‘em, join them! ;)

I’m pretty horrible

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Sometimes I think I’m the meanest person in the world.  The capacity that I seem to hold to hurt other people is limitless.  Ask anyone close to me and I’m sure they’ll be able to corroborate this theory. 

I am also a complete failure, worthy of a big, fat, FML Grand Prize for being the most deserving candidate in the modern world.  I’m kidding.. somewhat.  Seriously though, I’m so in the hole in every aspect I don’t even know what to do.  People I know feel the same way, and how am I supposed to help them if I can’t even help myself and vice versa.  Maybe I should just focus on one thing and one thing only…sigh… nice thought but the answer to too many of my problems is $$$ so I guess work will have to stay alongside with school and family and friends..yay so we’re back to square one.

A lot has happened to me lately that has made me realize that karma is a b*tch.  For example, I used to treat people that became close to me like sh*t and drop them and not really care after a while.  Now, that happens to me!   I think I make friendships that might last a long time…not that I don’t have friends already but when you meet new people you do become friendly with them and some of them seem really cool and you’re like hey, I made a great friend.  Then, boom.  You never hear from them again.  It doesn’t really matter much because I have my close friends already anyway, but it does just make me think about how I’ve treated people in the past.  Also, I guess it’s not so smart to become friends with people who started off “too” friendly because people that hit on you can NEVER, ever be your real friend.  I was smarter when I was younger.

Anywho.. I know I’m being horribly vague, but I promise more shall be revealed in the future.  For now, I’m off to eat some more Pringles, Kit Kats, and Nutella by the spoonfull…and drink some more Coke (actually horror of horrors I only have Pepsi right now, forgive me Coke I still love you!). 

Being fat is fun!!

Bandwagoners

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As of late.. I’ve heard so many people say the word “bandwagon”.  Why is that?  It is because, Michael Jackson has died, and now anytime someone mentions his name or says anything good about him, the other person in the conversation goes “way to jump on the bandwagon.”
What is a bandwagon(er)?  Urbandictionary.com describes it as
A fan of a particular sports team who had no previous interest in the team until they began winning. They often will claim that they have been "a fan forever."  AND/OR
In sports, someone who shamelessly cheers for a particular team not because he likes them or follows them faithfully, but only because that particular team is the "popular" choice or has been or is the top team in their specific sport recently. When that team which bandwagoners follow falls from grace, they gleefully jump on the next teams bandwagon and cheer for that team.
I believe that:
just because you HAPPEN to like something that everyone else likes.. it doesn't mean you're a bandwagoner just because it happens to be a convenient time to start liking something.. HOWEVER .. if you're liking something JUST because other people are liking it and you don't actually fully like it yourself and would never have liked it if other people didn't like it only then are you a bandwagoner.
In the case of Michael Jackson.  It is completely plausible and highly likely that people were a fan of Michael Jackson before his death,(in fact I don’t think I know a single person who would be immune to his music or talent) and after he died, they realized once again how amazing he was and and kind of renewed that interest in him.  It’s completely natural, and a common product of mourning, to reminisce about a person and to remember all the good things that came out of that person’s life.  I think it’s an insult to just continue on as if nothing had ever happened.  Are people supposed to shout from the rooftops randomly that you’re a fan of someone?  I’ve never been that type of person where I shout things from rooftops lol (figuratively) because I just don’t feel that I need to prove anything to anyone.  I’m a quiet kind of fan.  Of course, when people are alive yea you could be a fan and have all the cds or love the songs and think he’s awesome, but if he never really came up in conversation with someone or made news it’s not likely that many people will know, especially because he was around for so long it’s kind of generally accepted that everyone loves him.  It’s like.. when people ask me who my favourite actors are.. I usually say the younger, generally popular talented actors and bypass someone like Amitabh Bachchan because that’s just kind of a known fact.  Of course I don’t think anyone matches up to him.. he’s not even in the running he’s just permanently up there and not in the same league.  If that makes sense.
But you know what?  Even if someone was not ever a fan of Michael Jackson and just started listening to his music after his death and now realized that they liked it… SO WHAT?  I’m HAPPY!  Why would any fan of his NOT be happy that more people are appreciating his music?  As a fan, why would I say to someone “oh whatever you’re just into him now that he died”?.  That doesn’t make any sense.  I hate people and fans who look down on others..  “you can’t be as big of a fan as I am because I’ve watched every single Canucks hockey game since I was five”, “If you were a real fan you would have _____” Fill in the blank.  Being a fan, means that you care/love something.  There is no measure for how much someone loves something.  Sure, there are other people who know more about Italian football than I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m not as happy as those people when they win the World Cup, or as sad as them when they lose!  (I don’t actually watch club soccer but I watch the cups).  As for Michael, I mean, he lived a pretty rough life, and he WAS one of the most talented entertainers there ever was (WHILE he was alive and will continue to be the most talented for a long time I think) so of course I think he deserves it.  He deserves to have his songs played on the radio for weeks, he deserves to have people fall in love with his music, he deserves all the CNN and worldwide coverage, he deserves to have Billie Jean pumping from every car on the road.  It would be a disservice to him not to remember him.  And like I said before, of course people that you might not have known were fans before are going to be talking about him now.  It’s natural.  Someone DIED.. what are people supposed to just ignore that?  Does it really matter if you liked his music before or not?  What matters is if you like it NOW.  You’re alive NOW.  You either like something, or you don’t, and if you appreciate his music now that he’s dead, than all I can say to you is I’m glad you finally saw the light.  Yes of course, it kills me to see how the media and normal people everywhere bullied the sh*t out of him when he was alive but it would kill me even more if people didn’t at the very least appreciate him now that he’s gone.
It just amazes me how human’s put so many restrictions on themselves.  Like, you should be able to feel whatever you want to feel and not restrict yourself from those feelings.  Just because you might seem like you’re jumping on a bandwagon, doesn’t mean that you should suppress your emotions! 

Haunted

Lately I’ve been watching and reading a ton of ghost stories and been so scared to sleep at night.  It’s odd because it’s like this obsession to consume as many scary stories as possible.. the scarier the better but it’s weird because I’m still unbelievably frightened to go to sleep.  Why can’t I stop with the scary stories?! Sheesh.  Off to watch the Excorcism of Emily Rose!  Gosh I’m freaking out just thinking about it.  I need a man to cuddle up to while I watch it for the scary parts!  Any volunteers ;) ? hahaa lol

I can’t think of a title. Michael Jackson is dead. No other way to say it.

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Michael Jackson to me was the greatest performer ever, and the most famous human being on the planet.  I honestly believe that I could go up to most people in the world, and either do a moonwalk or play his song or say his name, and people would know exactly who I am talking about.  That’s saying something.  He united the world, he made history, he was a creative genius, and I believe he made the world a better place.
I wasn’t home when I got a text message saying: “Michael Jackson is dead”.  I immediately called my house and said, “PUT ON CNN NOW!  I GOT A TEXT MESSAGE SAYING MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD!”.  My mother was shocked and quickly put on CNN and started reading out the headlines.  As soon as she said Michael’s name, I knew it was true and I hung up the phone.  I said to the girls around me (I didn’t know them) “do you know Michael Jackson died?”.  I just felt the need to tell the world and get a reaction that would mirror mine.  I needed to see that other people cared as much as I did and I needed to feel that it was real.  I left the store in shock, tears instantly welling in my eyes.  I was supposed to go to a night class but there was no way that I could go after hearing the news.  Michael was my idol…it was like hearing that an old friend had passed away…someone that I had thought was always going to be around but hadn’t really contacted every day because…I thought he was always going to be there!!!  I mean, I didn’t think about him a whole lot except when I’d hear his song or reminisce or see something on the news.  It was so shocking and I needed to go home to be surrounded by my family because they too cared about Michael, and I wanted to watch the news to make sense of what had just occurred.  My sister called me to see how I had found out and to tell me that CNN hadn’t confirmed it yet, and she asked me where I was.  I said I was on my way home, and she said, “don’t you have school?”, I said yes but there was no way I was going now (voice breaking because I was seriously choked up). 
On the way home I just felt like shaking everyone… how could everyone just be walking around.. do they NOT KNOW that MICHAEL JACKSON DIED?!  I called a few friends and texted a few people, but it didn’t seem like anyone really cared that much.  I felt kind of silly for a few moments about the fact that I was so emotional and so sad about someone that I had never met, but then I thought, you know what, screw that!  This man influenced and touched my life, and it doesn’t matter whether I met him or whether I knew him personally.  He gave me so much… I can’t even BEGIN to describe how much he’s contributed to my life and of course I am going to be sad that he’s gone, I freaking loved the guy!  So, I cried on and off my way home, trying to control myself and walked into the house.  My sister was still in denial, “no one from the hospital has said anything yet”, but I knew it was real because the L.A coroner had confirmed the news to CNN.  I just couldn’t believe it.  I’ve met many celebrities in my life, and you know how in t.v you see people freaking out and crying and fainting?  For all the other celebrities that I’ve seen, I’ve never come close to that state, but I knew that if I ever saw Michael… I would totally be one of those people crying and shaking lol.  He was just.. the biggest and the best.  No one can ever come close to him.  As for his controversies:
I think the world bullied him, and I don’t think he deserved it. 
  • Let’s start with his skin.  I believe that he did have a skin disease called vitiligo.  Whether he bleached the rest of his skin to even it out, or whether he hid the patches under his long sleeved tops and pants while it evened out naturally, I am not sure, but I do believe he had the disease.  Therefore, I think there is NO reason for the media and the rest of the world to have teased or taunted him about his change in skin tone. 
  • Regarding his plastic surgery: Everyone gets plastic surgery nowadays.  Back when he got his nose job, plastic surgeons used to almost give a brand new nose to patients rather than just slightly modifying the nose that the patient had.  Plastic surgery has evolved now so that it is more natural looking than it was when it first came out.  So what if he wanted to change his appearance?  Of course he wanted to, he lived a completely abnormal lifestyle and was part of a culture where looks were everything.  He lived at a time when there were no other mainstream black artists to look up to.  His goal was to be recognized and loved by everyone, and I’m sure he felt that making his features more racially ambiguous would help him achieve that.  Celebrities all over the world take these kinds of measures and more to ensure success.  Not to mention the emotional abuse he suffered from his father, and being called “big nosed” while growing up.  I repeat: most celebrities do plastic surgery now.  It’s not a big deal that he got it done, and a lot of people feel the need to do more and more procedures.  It’s normal to feel that way (kind of like when you start redecorating your room…you think hmm a little bit of something here, a little bit there…).  It’s not his fault that his surgeries just got majorly messed up (his nose pretty much crumbled.) 
  • Reports about him buying the Elephant man, sleeping in a hyperbolic chamber and owning a pet chimpanzee named Bubbles were also fodder for people to continue bullying him and calling him “Wacko Jacko”, a term that Michael was really hurt by.  What gave people the right to torment him like that?  First of all, it’s seriously cool that he had a pet chimpanzee.  As one of my friend’s put it, its not like he was friends with a toilet paper roll or something (which would certainly be “wacko” or psycho).  He had a CHIMPANZEE… some people have tigers, for crying out loud!  N what, people like Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears etc. are allowed to shave their head in public, get physical with the paparazzi, show their private parts to the world, overdose/pass out unconscious in public, go to rehab then say they’re sober then go to rehab and say they’re sober again, get arrested for drinking and driving, have illegitimate children, showcase their newly married life on tv, wear vials of blood around their neck, cut themselves, adopt children from all over the world (including places that don’t have proper adoption laws), accidentally on purpose leak sex tape videos and pictures, physically abuse and bite their girlfriends, bite people’s ears off and do GOD KNOWS what else because the list definitely goes on.. and poor Michael can’t spread one little stinking rumour that he sleeps in a hyperbolic chamber to get some publicity without being completely crucified for it?!  Britney Spears can drive who knows how many miles an hour with a baby in her front lap, and Kate can have her kids videotaped all the time and not lead a normal lifestyle but Michael can’t make his kids cover their face so they don’t end up super duper famous like him?
  • His “fake” marriages that he was made so much fun of… he was married to Lisa Marie Presley for almost 2 years.  That’s like ten years in celebrity land.  N really, all I have to say is… Heidi and Spencer anyone?  There are tons of fake/rush/stupid marriages happening every other day in Hollywood… once again, he did not deserve to be made that much fun of.  Just because he was super famous…the higher you get, the harder you fall.
  • Child molestation charges.  One settled out of court, and the other… he was acquitted.  I just feel that everyone used this as an excuse and justified all the other horrible stuff they were saying about him already.  R. Kelly had child molestation charges.. I don’t hear tons of bad stuff being said about him.  Heck, Hugh Hefner is probably the biggest, most famous child molester on the planet (I joke, I joke) and no one says much about him!  People think he’s the man!  (Which just goes to show that most people are sick individuals).  Anyway, my point is that no one knows if this is true or false.  The law said that he was innocent of the charges brought against him.  I’ll let God be the judge.  My only thing is that… he was already so heavily criticized and made fun of for every other thing that he did.  He was for a long time, a walking joke for everyone (not me and I’m sure not for his true fans but for everyone else).  They just used his child molestation accusations to make their own selves feel better about being so mean to such a sweet individual.
Anyway, now that I’ve cleared up how I felt about his controversies, etc, I can move on and talk about the rest!  It sucks that I even had to talk about it, and it sucks that it became such a huge part of his identity and his life.
I remember when he came to Singapore for a concert.  I so badly wanted to go but I was around 4 years old and my parents wouldn’t let me but my sisters went.  I thought I looked like Michael Jackson at the time because I had really curly hair, and I would put one curl down the middle of my forehead, like him.  I thought it was the coolest thing ever.  I remember being so sad on the day of the concert, but then I wore my Michael Jackson t-shirt, put on his cd and did a mini concert for my mom and dad instead!  I had two t-shirts of his and I wore them alll the time.  I remember trying to learn the moonwalk.  I remember wanting to be friends with Michael and Macaulay Culkin.  I remember watching the 30th anniversary special that they had on t.v and I got so super excited that I was cheering and crying as he danced and at the end of the concert…as if I was actually in the concert rather than watching it at home!  I was so jealous of the people in the concert that they showed briefly (especially the little kids… I was like DO THEY EVEN KNOW ANYTHING!).  Lots and lots more memories, and I don’t really feel like sharing them all because it would kind of kill the magic... it’s too hard to explain how I felt about him. 
He was the most amazing dancer and I really loved his voice, he revolutionized music and pop culture.  The way he did every little thing… everything was so unique, so Michael!  If you watch his performances, like every little thing was so carefully thought out and set to his high standards.  His clothes… if someone dresses in an outfit that he had worn…everyone would know instantly that you’re dressed as Michael Jackson.  You can’t say the same for most people nowadays.  He was honestly talented, not like people nowadays.  Not very many people knew that he actually had a great sense of humour.  There was this singer who parodied him… Michael loved it and thought it was hilarious… but there was one song that Michael said not to touch and that was Black or White.  He thought that the content of that song dealt with an issue that shouldn’t be trivialized.  (for ex some of the other songs that were parodied: Beat it became Eat it.)

I think one of the saddest things is that, his life was so tragic.  I honestly think he is the victim of the biggest and worst case of bullying/emotional abuse ever, and that the world was just really not very fair to him at all.  He definitely paid the price for being famous and successful.  When I watch his old interviews (ex. the one with Barbara Walters), I just get SO sad.  I really hope he finally gets the peace and happiness that he deserves. 
Michael… I love you, you pretty much defined a huge portion of my life.  You impacted it in ways you will never know.  I hope you knew that you had so many fans that still loved you.  I really hope you knew that.  I’m glad that at least you got to see that your concerts sold out!  I’m crying as I write this…oh goodness.  I just will really miss you.  Your music will live on forever, as will you, through your music and through the legacy that you left behind.  Four days since you’ve been gone.  The day you passed away was horrible, but the next day was even worse… I woke up and I was like.. omg..it was real..and then I grabbed my laptop, went on the computer, saw a performance (singing Man in the Mirror) and just cried and cried.  There really will NEVER be anyone like you.  K…too sad now.  Time to stop writing.  I’ll sign off with a few quotes from interviews that Michael has done.  Some of them just make me feel so sad.
On Immortality:
I always want to do music that will influence and inspire people...each generation. I mean I, well, let's face it, who want's mortality?  I mean everyday you want immortality, you want what you create to live, be it a sculpture or painting or music, composition... Like Michaelangelo said, you know, I know the creator will go but his work surivives, that is why to escape death I attempt to bind my soul to my work.  That's how I feel I give my all whenever because I want to just live and just give all that I have you know?
On Friendships:
I get afraid of, well I don't know people, I get afraid of people sometimes.  There's a whole 'nother life that, I haven't really experienced that, like friendship is a thing I miss beginning to learn about.  I was raised on the stage and that's where I'm comfortable and everything else is like foreign to me.  I'm just beginning to learn about people, friendship, things like that.
On “Wacko Jacko” and the media:
You should not say he's an animal, you should not say he's Jacko.  I'm not Jacko... I'm Jackson. (…) Wacko Jacko where does that come from?  Some English tabloid.  I have a heart and I have feelings, I feel that when you do that to me.  It's not nice, don't do it.  I'm not a wacko.
On his son:
Maybe I don't want to show him to the world like that?  I want him to have some space where he can go to school.  I don't want him to be called Wacko Jacko, they called the father that... that isn't nice, right? (...) Did they ever think I would have a child one day, that I have a heart?  It's hurting my heart, why pass it on to him?
When asked if he would let his son go on stage if his son wanted to perform he said:
(Laughter and slaps knee) Hold on now, hold on, if you do go that way, expect this expect that expect this expect that.. id lay it all you're gonna get all this and all this and all this you ready to do that?.. "yea I can't wait".. Go!... and do it BETTER than I did it.
- Michael Jackson ~^*08-29-1958 to 06-25-2009*^~
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Be warned.. I say cool about fifty million times in this post! :D

Holy crap.. I spent so long yesterday writing only to realize today that it didn’t get posted, or saved in my drafts!  Jeeeeez.

Ok so basically, secret revealed, I’m a little bit possessive when it comes to my friends.  I don’t know why, nor do I think it’s a particularly bad thing, but it’s just the way I am.  I like being number one, in everything in life, including friendships (buttt that doesn’t mean that I’m super duper competitive.. I like being number one naturally and effortlessly.. I don’t like to fight for the position).  I can get tight with someone fast, but I don’t get tight with just anyone, so I guess when I feel that they’re getting tight with other people that I know as well, I’m like “hm.. maybe I don’t know them as well as I thought”.  Why?  Because clearly, I’m super cool, and that’s why they became tight with me.. but.. if they’re getting tight with other people after meeting the most super cool person in the world, then they’re not as cool as I thought for recognizing my coolness because apparently.. everyone is cool to them!  Now this scenario only applies if I totally don’t think the other person is cool.  If I can see their coolness then yea totally I don’t mind (ex. if they become tight with say my best friend its all G but if they become tight with some random that I know then it’s like are you serious?)

Does that make sense?  It’s weird because, if they had these tight friends before they became friends with me, that’s totally fine, but if they become tight with someone after me, then I start thinking that.. they’re just not as dope as I thought.  It’s like my friend from highschool… I just don’t understand how he could throw away two of the most dope and chiller chicks around (moi and my friend) for like.. random people that he must have met after high school.  I’m sorry but I don’t think they can beat us in dopeness ahahah lolll.  Ok I know this probably isn’t making much sense to you but whatever… it’s my blog.  Oh, back to the competitive thing I was saying earlier – I am competitive when it comes to certain things, but for things like social groups, I’m not competitive.  Ex. if I’m with a group of people and there’s one really loud girl, I revert to being the quiet one in the group who doesn’t really talk much.  I just feel like clearly this girl wants the attention today so whatever, I’m not going to compete for it.  If there is no one loud in the group though, I am a lot more vocal because someone’s gotta be loud or it’s boring!  I know.. my mind is a little bit twisted.

June is going to be an emotional month…

Elderly

I am the biggest cry baby ever.  I cry over… everything!  It’s like my tear ducts are just filled to the brim and they leak if I shake my head too much.  Honestly, I’m really emotional.  There are certain things that make me cry more than others.  I am really sensitive when it comes to the elderly.  I think part of the reason is because I’m an immigrant, and so I understand the disconnect and the lost sensation that an elderly person might have after living most of their life in a country that was completely different, only to come to a new country with certain hopes and expectations that might not ever be fulfilled.  You know in the movie the Titanic, when the ship is sinking?  I cry the most when they show the lower deck and they show the immigrants who couldn’t read English frantically trying to decipher a sign so that they can get out of the ship. 

Seniors make me think about life in general… what I want to accomplish and what really matters.  They’ve done it all.. they’ve loved, they’ve lost.  I find that they have such a good grasp on things like money, and I am so humbled when I see the care with which they keep things.  I just get so angry when I work, or I’m at a store, or on the skytrain, when I see older people not get the respect they deserve.  If I’m not seated and I can’t give my seat up to a senior, I make sure they get a seat, even if I have to move somebody else.  Courtesy seats are there for a reason!! You cannot sit on them if someone who fits the description needs it! 

I work in a place that is sales oriented, and people who work there want commission and they often overlook customers that they think don’t have big buying potential and so seniors often get overlooked.  One time, there was an elderly man, and it was snowing outside.  He came in to get a webcam and no one was paying attention to him because they were all busy hunting for laptop sales.  When I saw him I immediately went to help and he told me that he was standing there for so long and that no one was helping him because he wasn’t buying anything big.  It just broke my heart because he was so old.. and another reason I was pissed off was because he had bussed to the store and it was SNOWING outside!  I just wanted to find his son or daughter or grown up grandchildren and throttle them.  Way to look after someone who has given you so much in life!  Let them walk to a store in the snow.  Goodness.  I’m getting pissed off right now thinking about it.  Anyway, at the time, I just went to the backroom and cried and cried.  I couldn’t go on the floor for the longest time because.. I guess he reminded me of my grandfather in a way (he passed away on June 6th).

I feel like I’m rambling… I basically just wanted to say that… I really care about the elderly and I hate when people disrespect them, or .. ignore them.. or don’t look after them.  Parent's give you so so so much in life and you should do everything in your power to take care of them as soon as you’re older and you have the ability to look after them. 

I love love but at the same time it’s super scary because I can’t imagine losing your partner in life.  I also can’t imagine being old and alone.  (Biggest fear.. losing everyone.. being alone.. both common themes for seniors.. see the connection now??).  I wouldn’t want to leave the house where all the memories were (I’m already super emo about the house that I grew up in… I just went by the other day and stood in front of it and cried).  I’m going to stop now because I’m really sleepy and really teary.

Mother Dearest

So.. it’s Mother’s day today, and my mom dropped me off at work in the morning and is working till 1130 at night tonight.  Not much of a Mother’s Day really.  I wanted to write a post on mom’s and my “me” (short for mummy”) but it’s too heavy of a topic because I really can’t do full justice to it right now.  I don’t think I did full justice to my topic on books either.  Things that mean SO much to a person.. it’s hard to explain that feeling in words.  So basically, Happy Mother’s Day to everyone and I’ll leave you with a few lines in Punjabi that sum up how I feel about my mom…

Is duniya vich.. jinney rishtey.. sab jhootey teh peh-roop

Maa da rishta sab toh sacha..

Maa hai Rab da roop.

Books (I couldn’t think of a better title.)

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I can’t believe I haven’t written about this subject before!  Books are my life.  I started reading in kindergarten and I can honestly say books were the only true friends that I had through elementary school.  During “free time” in class, I would choose to sit at my desk and read a book rather than play with other kids (partially because I was shy, but mainly because I found books more interesting than Pogs.  Ok, it was also partially because I was bullied a little as a kid lol.).  Teachers would praise my vocabulary but lament over how I didn’t interact with other students, and my parents were one of the few parents in the world that wished their child read less.
When I was really little (gr.1-2) I would read the amazing collection of books we had at home.  I loved books by Enid Blyton that were set in England with charming little English school children as their protagonists.  They would have tea with scones, go to boarding schools, and have amazing adventures at the sea during their school holidays.  It was all so “quaint” and “charming” and so unlike life as I knew it!  The kids had so much freedom to go about as they please, and their lives at home were almost always idyllic.  I would read amazingly illustrated books such as “The Folk of the Faraway Tree”, and "Grimm’s Fairy Tales” and it’s uncanny because the pictures in those books of a fairy or a dwarf or gnome are forever stuck in my head so if someone were to say “gnome” to me, I will to this day picture the gnomes from the illustrated books I used to read.  I still read those books occasionally and my favourite (The Folk of the Faraway Tree) is just as enchanting now as it was then.  I miss books like those, I haven’t seen any other children’s book that has that amount of creativity and storyline along with beautiful illustrations to this day.  If you know of any, do recommend it to me. 
Around grades 2-5 I graduated to slightly bigger books such as The Nancy Drew series, The Boxcar Children, The Hardy Boys, The Baby Sitters club, books by Judy Blume, Roald Dahl, and R.L Stine…tons of books that were in the library of my elementary school where I would spend every lunch hour.  Once I read those books, (I honestly read most of them), I graduated to telling my sister to bring books back from her junior high school’s library (they were the more grown up versions of R.L Stine’s books.. the Fear Street series etc whereas my elementary school only had Goosebumps).Yup, I was one of those kids… I went to the library during lunch hours.  Needless to say, I wasn’t a very sportive or popular child.  It’s funny because when I pick up a certain book that I read, I remember who I was at that time, more than a photograph of me when I was younger could tell me.  They’re like little keys to the mystery of who I am.
I would always borrow the maximum amount of books from the elementary library (a measly 4), and then borrow a huge amount of books from the local library.  The librarians (if they didn’t know me) would always comment and say “are you sure you’re going to get to read these all?” and I would laugh in my head like “Psh lady you have no idea.”  I read everyday, and I still do.  I can’t eat without reading (it’s a bad eating habit, much like watching tv when you eat because you consume a lot more food), I read before I sleep, I often read when I wake up, I read every spare moment I get.  Summer holidays to me were days that I would get to stay up late without being yelled at to go to sleep and read.  Days I could go outside and sit on the shed in my backyard by the apple trees and read.  Days I could walk down to “7/11 to get a slurpee” with friends but really I just wanted to go to the library.  A library to me is one of the most sacred and beautiful places in the world.  The libraries that I have posted pictures of above are libraries that I would love to visit one day!  Books just have a little voice, and so do libraries.  Maybe I sound crazy but I get a major thrill every time I go into a library.  I just wish I could stay there as much as I wanted, and uncover all the secrets each library (by way of their books) has to offer.  I honestly can’t explain the connection I have with libraries, it’s like another home to me.  Some people may feel at home on a basketball court, no matter where that court is in the world.  I feel the same way about libraries, and Gurudwaras. 
Today, I couldn’t even tell you what kind of books I love, because I really love them all.  I love the classics, I love light hearted “chick lits” (the book equivalent of a chick flick), and I love books by ethnic authors (mainly Indian authors).  Here are some of the books that I’ve liked over the past few years:
What the Body Remembers - Shauna Singh Baldwin
A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts
Reconciliation - Benazir Bhutto
Londonstani - Gautam Malkani
Beneath A Marble Sky - John Shors
Family Matters - Rohinton Mistry
Brick Lane - Monica Ali
Bel Canto - Ann Patchett
Salt & Saffron - Kamila Shamsie
The Folk of the Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton
Harry Potter books - J.K Rowling
The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Valley of the Dolls - Jacqueline Susann
Daaku - Ranj Dhaliwal
P.S I Love You - Cecilia Ahern
Angels And Demons - Dan Brown
The White Tiger - Aravind Adiga
Q&A - Vikas Swarup
Bungalow 2 - Danielle Steel
Bitter Sweet - Roopa Farooki

Stick ‘em up!

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Now this is definitely not a sight you see everyday!  The illustrious Bachchan family were snapped happily fingering the paparazzi in Mumbai recently.  The reason behind the finger is that they had gone to cast their vote in the recent elections in India, and when you vote, the voters get ink on their middle finger… so really they’re just extremely proud voters!  Love them or hate them, this family always makes a mark everywhere they go.  I adore them! 

Luck

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A penny, a rabbit’s foot, a playoff beard all have one word in common.  Luck.  Why do people grow playoff beards?  They grow them so that their favoured team does well during playoffs as they think it will bring their team luck.  I don’t know the origin of why a rabbit’s foot would be lucky, nor do I know who coined the phrase “lucky penny” but I do know that I possess great quantities of luckiness.  Did I just “jinx” myself?  I suppose that if I believe in luck, I should believe in jinxes, but I don’t feel that I’m jinxing myself at all.  I think part of the reason I am lucky is because I view things in a positive light.

I have my share of bad luck, where bad things happen to me I suppose, but I never really view anything as bad (unless I’m in a really depressed mood).  I’m a big believer in “everything happens for a reason.”  Also, I’m of the viewpoint that if things aren’t going according to plan, then you should be extremely happy.  Why?  If thing’s aren’t going according to your plan, then you should realize that they’re going according to God’s ultimate plan, and since God is a lot smarter than us, you should feel safe and secure in the fact that whatever is happening is going to eventually end up for the best!  Life is so much simpler when you look at things that way.  Some people may say that I have too much of a carefree attitude, or that I’m too blasé about things.  I completely disagree.  I chalk up a lot of things to luck and I do consider myself to be a very lucky girl, yes, but half of my luck is preparation.  If something good happens to you and you’re not ready for it, then it’s a waste.  You have to be prepared and do your share of the work, and then, when you do get lucky, you’re ready for it!

I’m lucky by just being born to the family I was born in.  I’m lucky that I have the opportunities and freedom that I do have.  I’m lucky that there’s nothing physically or mentally wrong with me (I mean in terms of illnesses, etc, not whether or not I look like a supermodel).  I’m lucky because I have people who care deeply about me.  I’m lucky because even though I’m such a forgetful person that I leave things everywhere…somehow or the other, I get it back in the end.  A friend or a passerby might come after me with my wallet, or cell phone that I left behind, or I might come back to a car parked in a mall’s parking lot 2 hours later during peak Christmas season and find that the cell phone I had carelessly placed on the trunk was STILL THERE.  I’m lucky that someone picked up my USB drive and handed it in to security.  I’m lucky that I got exactly the grades I wanted to get this semester.  I’m lucky, I just am.

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